"Little painter!"

Retoning in empty and empty corridors, this sound is crisp, with dreams of joy.

"Little Painter ~"

This sound is really like a dream, from the deep, dark, dark corridor suddenly remembered.

Wandering, an infatuation.

"Little Painter-"

Her voice seemed to stop when he had to find his call. With this unconscious disturbance of years, he wrapped around her.

"Little painter! Little painter!"

She ran, holding a bunch of green flowers in purple.

The flower is charming, and her Hua Yi is also charming and intoxicated.

The light is in front, and the dullness is behind.

"Little painter! Little painter!" She stepped into the light and stopped in colorful, showing her smiley face.

"Oh! What do you find?! This!"

She compared the flower bouquet as sincere, raised under the huge, and under the colorful sculpture, the herself, standing at the foot of the huge sculpture, outlined it one by one.

Then the paintings embellished with bustling colors floated smoothly on his left hand, and his right hand was on the right, and the bustling color was well wiped.

He squinted his eyes and smiled.

"This ~"

"When I was in Wangdu before, there were a lot next to [Huayun Lake] ~ This kind of flower is called ..."

He sold Guanzi, smiled sweetly, facing her, laughing happily.

"What!"

She ran to him.

Like his girl.

Her eyes will glow, shining with his eyes, all of him.

"What?"

Her breath is about to come to his face, he can feel that her burning.

She is white and tender, so slender, burning in the waist.

She came over, how wonderful she was overflowing with the floral fragrance.

"It is called the Phoenix iris flower, there is a tail called the phoenix kite like this flower, unrestrained as sun, Chanlie like fire."

He looked at her beautiful eyes.

This is the lonely hell. If there is any love, it must be, the idiot said dreams.

When he was farther away, he gave this sentence to himself.

At that time, he said, "[Chu Qiu is a lonely hell, if I love you, it must be, the idiot says dreams.]" ""

It's just that he hasn't said this yet, and this girl is still so beautiful.

She did not avoid it, she did not hide, she was like a strong sun, like burning fire, in this lonely deserted land, ignited his heart.

He, dead, lost his heart.

She was effortless to let his heart tremble.

That is love, that is deep love, that is, the sun -like flame.

"Cough."

He coughed, and the bustling pigment came from his pen to his face, like a needle of a little hedgehog, which was stained with blood red.

"After I heard that for a few days, the king's messenger will come here. I will bring a lot of delicious food from Wangdu. At that time, you don't have to accompany me to eat cakes every day ..."

He sculpts again.

What a magnificent sculpture, he spent a year before completing these two huge sculptures. Now, he wants to color his own masterpiece.

The magnificent king is naturally magnificent, with the greatness of naturalness.

In fact, he really couldn't figure out why he created such a magnificent sculpture here, because no one lived here.

Even if you want to preach the king's Wang Wei and the achievements of my king, it should be in the capital, not the place where this bird does not shit.

But Wang's order cannot be violated. Where he wants to build, where he needs to be built.

This palace that seems to have been built for a long time -no one here is cleaned, full of wind and sand full of deserts -in fact, it has been built here for less than ten years.

But as long as everyone comes here, they will feel that this place has a palace that has been built for a long time.

"Okay! Favorite! The food of your royal family!"

How wonderful her voice was like a coquettish sister who came behind him and put the flowers, one by one, inlaid on his clothes.

A Phoenix Iris, like his eyes.

A Phoenix Iris, like his lips.

A Phoenix Iris, like his heart.

"Hmm ... then, I will make a little delicious for you."

He laughed again.

"These flowers are blooming here, in fact, you don't need to pick it off and put it on me. On me, they can't live."

He didn't move too much, but gently brushed it on the sculpture with a pen. The sculpture was red and so gorgeous.

"Isn't it good to water the flowers?"

She puzzled that the flower was finished, and she held his waist and lay on his body comfortably.

How beautiful the corner of her mouth rises slightly, how beautiful the bustling color is.

"This is not the problem of not watering ..."

He is naturally reluctant to talk more, but just smiles.

"Huaer lost her rhizome, just like a person lost a big cake.

Just like an owl ... "

"Ah ... is this that?"

She also enjoyed this pet, hugging his thin and thin, slender waist.

This person should eat a lot of big cakes, otherwise it won't be thinner.

But those big cakes seemed to give her, so she couldn't understand what he meant.

She knows that he is a painter.

He has come here for a long time.

When he came, he was a little painter. Now, it is also called a small painter.

Sometimes he forgot it himself.

He was ...

Abandoned here.

The Phoenix Iris, which lost the rhizomes, is on shiny.

He lost his parents and wandered in the lonely hell.

He may know how terrible it is, how terrible it is, not in hell.

"Flowers! Where! All!"

She shook her head on his body, like a little milk dog drilled on his body, making his waist itchy.

Her voice passed to his headphones, so firm and so light.

"It's so beautiful in your body ... it's okay ... it's ... very happy ... must ..." must ... "

"Can you know, is it very happy?"

He is still laughing.

"I don't think so ... I think when the flower is the happiest, it must be in the sea of ​​flowers, with all the different types of flowers, and the other types of flowers are beautiful and bright, and it is sweet ...

Happy."

And the little milk dog opened his eyes slowly.

"But I can feel that it is very happy and happy in your body now, these flowers are now, very happy!"

She saw the flowers inlaid on his clothes.

Phoenix iris flower, how splendid, how warm, how beautiful.

How unexpectedly, happy, happy, blooming.

Swaying, dreaming like fantasy.

Flowers will wither.

She doesn't understand this truth.

"If you think so ... that maybe, it is indeed like this."

He spoiled her, the pets were dark, and the pets of pets were rotten.
Chapter completed!